THE REAL WORLD – ANIME STYLE
Part 1 – Fuuma Monou
By AnimeNutsy
Disclaimers: I do not own Fuuma Monou, or any of the other characters from X. He belongs to CLAMP. I also do not own the show, The Real World. That belongs to people from MTV… I think.
Warnings: None, as of yet.
Rating: PG
Fuuma Monou hung up the phone. "Finally! I can get away from this lot of fools!" He faced Nataku, who walked over to him. "Kazuki, pack my bags! I am going on a trip!" He grinned at the pale, slender boy.
"Why?" Nataku asked, staring at Fuuma with his emotionless eyes. "Because I need to have some time for myself, that's why. Now, my bags are in my bedroom. Pack my favorite clothes. Along with clean underwear." Fuuma replied.
With nothing more to say, Nataku left Fuuma to do as he was told. "Going somewhere, 'Kamui'?" Came a sensuous voice from behind him. "Yes, Kanoe. I have been chosen to be on the show, 'The Real World'. I leave as soon as Kazuki packs my things." He faced her, smirking.
"But… you have a role to fulfil! You are The Dragon of Earth's Leader!" The tall, voluptuous woman protested. "Leader-Schmeader. Find someone else." He walked over to Nataku, who returned, dragging a suitcase behind him.
"You're shirking your responsibilities! AGAIN!" She screeched at him. "I'd really like to stay, and listen to you screech like a howler monkey, but I need to get going." Fuuma picked up his suitcase. "But what about the Earth?" Kanoe wailed.
"Oh, let him go." A deep, masculine voice spoke. They turned around, to see Seishirou Sakurazuka step out of the shadows and walk over to them. "It's not as if he's leaving for good. Right, 'Kamui'?" Seishirou smirked.
"Yeah. Kanoe, you worry too much. I'll be back before you know it." Fuuma walked towards to exit of the lair. Hands clutching at his arm stopped him. He looked down at Nataku, who was clutching him tightly.
"I… do not wish for you to leave, father." Nataku looked up. Fuuma wiped his thumb over Nataku's cheeks, coming away wet. "So you can cry, after all. Kazuki…" Fuuma smiled at the boy. "I will be back soon." He told Nataku. "You promise?" Nataku wiped his eyes with his sleeves.
"I promise." Fuuma bent, and whispered into his ear. "Take care of Seishirou, the old fart doesn't take care of himself like he should." Nataku smiled softly at this. "I will, dad." He replied, then watched as Fuuma walked out of the lair.
TO BE CONTINUEDA/N: Sorry for calling Seishirou an 'old fart'. But you have to admit, Seishirou is no 'spring chicken'! XD Also, sorry for it being so short. Um… Reviews would be appreciated. Arigatou!
